#first poem ive written in a while that doesnt suck so here u go

[dirtboyfriend]

[image ID: a poem titled “an earthquake and a loose lid / under the red light.” the body of the poem reads: “memory pools / in the cluttered kitchen of my mind like / syrup / the bottle sideways on the counter / slowly drip / drip / dripping / from its clear mouth / dark, thick, sticky liquid / onto the cold tile floor”]